True Love Never Has an Ending
August 8, 2002- the day that he asked me to be his
girlfriend. I remember it all so clearly as if it was just
yesterday. I was only fifteen at the time and was about to
enter the tenth grade at Hazzard High School. David was my
first true love and hopefully my only. We met back in the
third grade at a pie eating competition at the local
community center. I had taken home the second place medal
whereas him, the first. Our relationship progressed from
childhood playmates, to high school lovers. Everyone
considered us to be the high school sweeties.
David was an amazing person. He was one of the smartest,
brightest students at Hazzard High. He had a well rounded
persona which made him all that easier to love. His smile
was full of happiness and could light up anyone’s day better
than the sun could. He was a strong type of guy who always
gave his heart and mind to anything he set out to
accomplish. David had a charming face and an outstanding
body. His dark green eyes matched his perfectly chestnut
brown hair. He was every girl’s dream man.
To this day, I haven’t a single clue why he chose me in the
first place. I had fairly light brown hair with emerald
green eyes. Being a rather petite girl, I wasn’t sure how I
came to look tall but it’s probably due to my fully
developed complexions. Throughout my high school life, I had
dorky glasses making me not legible for being a popular girl
if you know what I mean.
David and I have always had a strong connection. We knew
each other’s feelings before it was said. He knew me inside
out and I told him even more than I told my girlfriends. He
was very easy to trust and he never broke that. I admit it.
When I was younger, I dad have many fantasies about David
and I being together. I dreamed that one day, I would become
his princess and he would be my prince. Oh and of course, we
would live happily ever after.
David was a very deep person. Everything he said had more
meaning than you could ever imagine. I remember his first
gift for me. It was a silver box. It wasn’t just an ordinary
box though. He told me that whenever he wasn’t there, and I
needed someone to talk to, I could just open the box, say
everything that’s on my mind into it, close it, and he would
be able to hear it. It was my most precious gift.
David always had a whole crowd of girls surrounding him
wherever he went. He attracted them faster than he could get
rid of them. I know his heart was mine and I was in no fear
of losing that. That was, until the year of 2003.
That was the year that my life turned from being the best,
to upside down. I had never experienced pain like I did that
year. August 8, 2003. It was a bright sunny day. I remember
every little detail as if it was tattooed into my brain.
That day I had worn my white shorts and blue tank top and
walked to the park where David asked me to meet him. It was
almost seven o’clock by ten but not even a bit cold outside.
Every time I saw him, my heart skipped a beat. There he was,
in jeans no matter how hot or cold the weather. He was just
standing there, yet I knew something was wrong. The
expression on his face scared me. When I reached him, he
gave me a quick and urgent kiss. Then he said the four words
I never hoped to hear.
“We need to talk.” He said with a serious face.
My heart raced like crazy and I started to shake. I was
scared; terrified of what he would tell me.
“OK…” I said with a shaky voice. He took my hand and led me
to the grass. We sat down and he looked me straight in the
eye. I couldn’t dare to look back-- afraid of what I would
see so I merely looked down to the grass.
“Fiona,” he said, “I have something to tell you. You might
be upset with me but let me finish what I have to say before
you come to conclusions. Last week, at a friend’s party, I
met this girl. Her name is Ann.” He took a deep breath and
all I could do was cry, silently. “After the party, I got to
know her more and I’m in love with her. I know this is all
so unfair to you but hey, sometimes, things happen that I
I finally gathered the strength to look into his eyes. I put
on a fake smile and asked him, “Are you happy with her?”
What a stupid question I thought but that was all my brain
could come up with.
“Yes I am,” he replied, “It’s not that being with you
doesn’t make me happy or anything but when I’m with Ann,
it’s like a whole different world. Do you know what I mean?”
“Yes I do…” I said with a heavy heart. “I understand.” On
the outside, I was happy, smiling even. But on the inside, I
was hurting. When he had said those four words, it felt as
if he took my heart and ripped it to pieces in front of my
face. With each word, the pain felt like a thousand knives
stabbing at the remnants of my heart. “Promise me something
okay? Promise me that you’ll completely forget about me,
“Fiona... I can’t...”
“Please? It would make me happy and it’s my final wish...”
“Okay then... I promise you. You’ll always be my best
friend. Good bye.” He gave me one brief kiss on the check
and walked away…
I sat on the grass, my heart heavy, my eyes swollen with
tears. The world as I had known it has ceased to exist. I
will never again know what it is like to laugh with my
childish abandon because my childhood is behind me. Pain and
sorrow will be my constant companions how that the love of
my life is gone. I raised my eyes to watch him walk away
forever into the crimson sunset.
I don’t know how long I sat there. It could have been hours,
or maybe just minutes. I wasn’t in a hurry to get home. I
knew no one would be looking for me there. I couldn’t think.
The next few months were a blur. I had dropped out of
school, abandoned my friends, stopped eating, and ceased all
communication to anyone. Day after day I sat there, filled
with pain. It was unbearable the pain. I cried myself to
sleep each night, thinking about David and what used to be.
I thought about all the kisses, hugs, laughter, and
happiness that we shared. I continuously wonder what I did
wrong to make this wonderful love slip away.
Before I knew it, summer 2004 had arrived. It’s been a year
since he left me yet I still haven’t gotten over it. David
and Ann were doing great. They were practically married
now—unofficially I hope. I could tell that David was truly
happy with her and he loved her deeply. The way that she
made him happy, it drove me crazy. Sometimes I wished that
he would be unhappy. I wish that he would become fed up with
her and come to me instead. I was selfish and wanted
everything that she has now; what should have been mine.
I would occasionally bump into David and Ann from time to
time. Every time, they were mislead by the way I seemed on
the outside. No one knew me anymore. I had completely
changed. I didn’t mind what people thought about me or how
they looked down on me. No one could possible understand how
I was feeling. People told me that if I prayed everything
would be okay. I’ve said the words. Yet nothing has
happened. The world is a field of never ending pain. The
pain was a constant thing stabbing at my back, creeping to
me one way or another.
Almost every night, unconsciously, I would take out my
silver box. I never opened it though. I was afraid of what
would happen to me if I was introduced to his words once
again. I clutched it close to my heart, or where it used to
be, and just cried. If you collected my tears this past
year, it would be enough to flood all of North America. I
was I was exaggerating, but sadly, I’m not. I don’t
understand how I can still have rears to cry. Sometimes at
night, I feel David sitting beside me... but that only made
it all the worse. The worse way to miss someone is when
you’re right beside them, wanting to reach out and touch
them, but you know you can’t have them.
. . .
April 15, 2008. The day that I decided to die. I just
couldn’t take it any longer. My life had no meaning now that
David was gone. I saw no reason to continue living. No one
would care nor notice if I died... oh well... I’ve decided
that August 8, 2008 would be the right date.
Time crept by slowly, the hands of time hauntingly counting
down the days of my life. Tick tock, tick tock. The months
passed. May. June. July. Just one more month of pain, I
thought. Then, it would all be over. I could finally be in a
pain-free environment. What a happy thought that is, knowing
that I can finally smile. I would miss him. I knew I would.
But at least I know that I could watch him from above and
smile at his successes and happiness in life.
July passed with the usual pain and tears. I knew I was
running out of time. But I couldn’t bring myself to tell
David. I could not be so selfish and ruin his happy life
with Ann. I see him everyday yet not once did he see me.
I’ve memorized his schedules and followed him around just so
I could see him more often. Why did I do that…? All that
brought me was more pain and sorrow. But why? Why did I have
to be so dumb? I guess it’s because I still haven’t let go
of the love we used to have. I still love him more than
anything in the world. No matter how he treated me. I know
that somewhere, deep down, he loves me too…
August 1, 2008. I could feel it. My time on earth was coming
to an end. Today I watched with tears as David and Ann
walked hand-in-hand to church. I should really be happy for
him because he found the true love of his life. But somehow,
after all these years, I couldn’t bring myself to smile for
you. No one, but me, knew how I truly felt. I hated Ann for
stealing him away. I hated what he did to me. I hated the
fact that he chose her instead of me. I was angry. Very
angry. But what would that do? It didn’t affect him at all…
August 7, 2008. Tomorrow I would finally die. The date of my
death had to be August 8. Just six years ago, on the very
same day, David had asked me to be his. And it was just five
years ago when he broke my heart. Everything happened on
August 8th and so would my death. Earlier today, I consumed
a large quantity of pills. I slowly waited for my life to
end. I sat on the bed that evening, finishing this story. I
suddenly felt really tired and I knew I only had hours left.
I sat for a while, memories running in and out of my head. I
thought about the happy year that I spent with David and the
smiles on our faces. Our first kiss…hug… -everything.
Automatically, I take out my silver box one last day. One by
one, I recited every word of all his letters with tears in
my eyes. I clutched them tightly to my heart, hoping the
he’ll remember me even after today. His words filled my head
until I could think of nothing else. I cried long that
night, and I knew there was one last thing I had to do.
Impulsively, I reached for my phone and dialled his number.
He picked up on the first ring.
“Hello?” his loud voice boomed.
“I need to see you…” I said in the tiniest voice and hung
I wasn’t sure if he’d make it in time. 11:30 PM read the
clock. Only 21 minutes before my time was up.
I heard a loud bang on my door followed by loud footsteps up
to my room. As handsome as ever, David walked in. He rushed
to my said and asked me what was wrong in a panicky voice.
“Hey David. I can’t believe how long it’s been since we’ve
last spoken to each other. Don’t worry. Nothing’s wrong,” I
lied, “I have something to tell you but please stay calm. In
16 minutes, I am leaving, forever. I just needed to see you
once last time before it was too late. That’s the reason why
I called you here.” I touched his face. It was wet with
tears. Somehow, he understood what I was talking about.
“NO!” he yelled. “YOU’RE NOT LEAVING TO ANYWHERE. YOU CAN’T
LEAVE ME HERE. REMEMBER WHAT YOU PROMISED ME?”
I put on a faint smile and took his hand in mine. “Just like
how you promised me forever and always?” I chuckled.
“Anyways, after I leave, I want you to read this story and
this letter and you’ll understand everything.” I said
pointing to the diary. “Thank you for coming to see me one
last time before I leave. I was so scared I would die alone.
Ever since we broke up 5 years ago, no one has ever told me
they loved me. No one said I was important. No one cared
about me. But that’s okay... When I lost you, life lost all
its meaning. I’m not loved, not cared for, and not important
to anyone. I took so much effort to keep my heart going. I
can’t do it any longer. I’m so sorry that I have to break my
promise.” Tears of pain came rolling out of my eyes. “Don’t
cry David. I want you to be happy with me for the last
moments of my life. Oh how good it feels to finally smile
and be happy.” I flashed him a weak smile. Although in
tears, I felt happier than ever.
“Fiona, I love you…” I heard the pain in his voice as he
choked the words out.
“Haha, I know you don’t mean it. You’re just saying that to
make me feel better about my life. Even so, I want to thank
you because that meant a lot to me. Now I can die knowing
that my last wish came true. I can go now with a smile on my
face because I know that at least one person on this earth
loves me. Thank you.” I knew I only had 20 seconds left. I
took my last and final breath and one last tear came out. “I
love you David. Good-bye.” My eyes shut, never to be opened
again. And just like that, I left, with David by my side.
“I love you too… I truly do…” he whispered but it was
already too late. I had already left earth. “NO!!!” he
screamed, unable to accept everything that just happened.
. . .
I just lay there, beside the body of Fiona for a while,
crying to myself. I read her story. Her letter went like
You are probably the last person I will talk to before I’ve
decided to kill myself since like meant nothing more. I’m
very sorry for breaking my promises. There’s a lot that
happened to me that you don’t know about. I didn’t want to
ruin your perfect life with Ann. Ever since that day at the
park, 5 years ago, my life had turned into a living hell. As
you told me that you wanted to leave me, I was in so much
pain. There are no words to explain the way I was feeling.
It was pain like no other. Every breath I took hurt because
I knew you would never be mine. I left everything happy
about my life and isolated myself from everyone else. I was
in a deep depression. I had no one to talk to.
No one to share my feelings with. So that was how I lived
the past 5 years-- without a heart. I had only one reason to
keep my heart beating: I still loved you. But it hurts too
much. I can’t do it any longer... There wasn’t one day that
I lived without sadness. I would seriously give anything and
everything to feel loved like I did, 6 years ago, just for a
day. I would give anything in the world to be the Ann in
your life. I would lay in my bed every night, crying to
myself. I would often fantasize about what our future
together could have been-- how happy we should have been.
Nothing killed me more than seeing you with Ann. But if you
think that you belong with her, then promise me you won’t
let anyone hurt you. When you walked away that day, it was
the hardest thing I ever had to do but all I wanted was to
set your heart free. When you left that day, you took my
heart with you, and a huge part of me died. There’s so much
pain in my chest, blacking out, heart attack. Life is hard;
death is easier. I’ve always wondered what afterlife would
be like. I guess I can find out soon. I hope you live a long
and happy life before joining me.
I guess I’ve finally learned to forgive you for what you did
and I learned to live with the fact that you didn’t choose
me. I don’t blame you for anything. If you’re wondering why
I kept everything that was inside that silver box, I can
tell you. I kept it all because every time I saw it, every
time I read it, I feel a little bit happier. I kept it
because it was the only part of you that was still mine. It
was the only thing I had left of you. It reminded me that
true love does exist in this world. David, I just want to
let you know that I don’t mind dying here and right now.
I’ve lived life to the best of my ability. I have none but
one regret: letting you go... So I had to pretend that I
wasn’t going to miss you; and had to pretend that this is
what I wanted to do.
Haha, funny thing is though, if it weren’t for me, you
wouldn’t have this happy ending... oh well... I just have to
take what live gave me. I’m so sorry David for making you
read this... you shouldn’t have to suffer with me. I was so
scared that I’d die alone...with no one to share this
with... David, thank-you for showing me what true love
means. And as long as you’re happy, I’ll be okay. Can you
please take this silver box and treasure it for me and to
finish my story. Thank-you! My time is almost up so I might
as well finish this letter. As for my will, I would like to
have my heart separated from the rest of my body and
cremated separately. I would like the ashes of my heart to
go to you and the rest disposed of nicely. That way you’ll
know that my broken, fragile heart never stopped and never
will stop loving you. Take care of my heart David... From
the bottom of my heart, I wish you and Ann a happy,
tear-free life! Remember to keep on smiling!
P.S. I love you David. I always have and I always will.
It killed me to see how much pain I had brought her yet I
had never realized it. What an idiot, I thought to myself.
How could I have left her like that? I cried and wished that
we hadn’t left. I wish that I didn’t leave her. She never
broke her promise. She never stopped loving me. But what
have I done? I broke her heart. I smashed her whole world
into a billion pieces. Then I saw her silver box. It touched
me so much to see how she never gave up loving me. I wish I
had done the same for her too. I knew she was still there. I
could still sense her presence. I knew that no matter where
she was physically, she will always live forever in my
heart—where she belongs. I knew that as long as I live,
there would NOT be a day where I don’t regret leaving her.
I’ve made a decision to leave Ann. Fiona never stopped
loving me and I won’t stop loving her. I love her more than
anything in this world. People say you only fall in love,
really in love, once in a life time. So once you’ve found
true love, NEVER let go.
P.S. There is no ending to this story. Fairytales are all
wrong when they say “And they lived happily ever after’.
True love never has an ending...